oh wells. more comments that my blog is not very friendly. both in understanding and mood. maybe its the black background. alright. more smiley faces for everyone! :D :D :D now, doesnt that make you feel better already.
at long last. welcome, drowners and drownees. to club sexy riff. grab a lounge chair and a shot of rum and mint. then endure.
when you hear the scratch of the guitars scratchin' then you'll know that rhythm carries all the action so turn the beat around love to hear the percussion.
perfection at 8:58 PM
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Friday, July 25, 2008
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could it be the insatiability of our nature. or should it be blamed on the lack of self-awareness. this feeling is no less than engulfing. no one compares downwards. different leagues but same basic makeup. why the immense disparity? i'm just saying this in a fit of pique. variety's what makes the world go round.
my appetite cannot be found.
maybe because this is the only life i've ever known. thats why its everything to me.
talent is nothing without committment. NOTHING. and there are nagging thoughts behind. but who am i to doubt what He has blessed me with.
this song is cute, especially that line in bold. Brad Paisley's "Alcohol".
i can make anybody pretty i can make you believe any lie i can make you pick a fight with somebody twice your size
well i've been known to cause a few breakups and i've been known to cause a few births i can make you new friends or get you fired from work
i've influenced kings and world leaders i helped Hemmingway write like he did i'll bet you a drink or two that i can make you put that lampshade on your head
cause since the day i left Milwaukee Lynchburg and Bordeaux France been making a fool out of folks just like you and helping white people dance i'm medicine and i am poison i can help you up or make you fall you had some of the best times you'll never remember with me alcohol, alcohol.
country is always interesting like that.
never again will opportunities arise never again will i fall for your lies.
perfection at 11:05 AM
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008
is there a category for such an addiction?
make use of what i possess. dont leave it to wither and age. yes, versatility is understood and necessary. but like frankie said "i did it my way". i have yet to turn every stone over. i have yet to breathe into my guts. i have yet to quake my ends. and i have yet to embark on my love.
none have come close to lifting the butterfly latch.
"The Miniature Man" is seriously a good read. felicitous are his expressions.
i'm going to give you a chess problem every class. they're like riddles - and, when you understand them, poems.
i think forgetting certain dreams is a similiar phenomenon. if something totally unfamiliar happens in our sleep, something that defies associations, chances are we'll lose it once awake - the result of being programmed by a literal reality.
cheers to my bestfriend. for getting through the auditions. you go, dude.
let me see what spring is like on jupiter and mars fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore.
perfection at 5:25 PM
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Saturday, July 19, 2008
those visions were "auras", he had been informed. the term was one on which everyone agreed. and therefore what he had mistaken for a realm beyond time's tyranny was no more than a symptom of disease. yet without respite from linear time, delusional or otherwise, how was one expected to prevail? it speaks of a boy prodigy who is a chess master. he unfortunately suffers from epilepsy. but how very true. we need not suffer from epilepsy to relate. the desire for assurance that there has to be something other than this. from R. Muir's "The Miniature Man".
surprisingly, the lilies from WAFF are still surviving. my mom credits herself.
oh time tells true stories. all the unnecessary fuss. cant keep it up for long eh. you've got my defence up and ready. because friend and trust are inseparable.
sit back and watch. lets see what the future brings.
the hopes we had were much too high way out of reach but we have to try the game will never be over because we're keeping the dream alive.
perfection at 1:29 PM
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Sunday, July 13, 2008
presenting itself on a silver platter. my, which cocktail to pick and which, to admire. it was but a far-fetched notion a year ago. now, the proximity is suffocating. then maybe if i get used to it. this could be a whole other story.
let my mind do the work.
WAFF. i had no idea it stood for "warm and fuzzy feeling". apparently its quite a well-advertised event. and i feel the nerves.
you cant push it underground you cant stop it screaming out how did it come to this.
perfection at 4:53 PM
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Wednesday, July 09, 2008
its been about a month since i've led a normal life. normal life is not having to queue up to bathe. my apologies for the late update. i was barely home for the past four weeks.
okay this is how it went. the nus camp guide wrote that arts camp was 24th-27th. my mom told me the morning i touched down that arts camp was six hours later. unpacked and packed. jet-lagged and turned off by the bathing queue. but the people made it worth the while.
then psych camp. it wasnt as hyped up as arts camp. but my "secret pal" and i won best couple. so what can i say. it ended on the right note.
its been a while since i've gone back to my lyrics. fresh perspectives would be appreciated.
because of the perceived flaws we consciously hide, we can never truly believe ourselves perfect despite the front we put up.
and then, there are those who practice mental repression, whether knowingly or otherwise.
july 13th's coming up. hope it gets better from here on.
yea anyway, those attending arts bash. VOTE SHANEET FOR ARTS KING. the one who organised an impromptu OG outing at midnight for supper.
too long trying to resist it you've just gone and missed it its escaped your world and i'll do it on my own.
perfection at 8:17 PM
theJOURNEY.
theTUNES.
what sing you.
theMUSICIAN.
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